Chance, god-given chance—

The reporters no longer had time to think carefully about how the opportunity came about. Since the target was right in front of them, if they didn’t shoot, they would have failed Gao Wen’s “hard work”; therefore, although the situation was a bit weird, the reporters The questions came one after another, like wolves and tigers.

Moreover, faster and faster, more urgent, unknowingly, it has evolved into a debate scene, and the confrontation between you and me makes people breathless.

However, Gao Wen still had a look of ease, and this expression and posture also stimulated the reporters. The overwhelming offensive became more and more fierce, so that Gao Hongli and Jiang Yanyun in the villa were also alarmed and appeared at the door on the first floor. Appreciate the scene in front of me with relish—

contented.

"Did you expect to stop in the second round?"

"No."

"Did you accidentally lose to Anderson?"

"No."

"Are you disappointed with your performance?"

"No."

"Do you think your performance in the warm-up match can be better?"

"Yes."

"But you didn't, do you think that's Jennifer's reason?"

"No."

"Did you contact Jennifer after the game?"

"No."

"Did Jennifer comfort you?"

"No."

"How far has your relationship with Jennifer progressed?"

"Friend. Still."

"Will Jennifer come to Wimbledon?"

"I don't know."

"Do you have a crush on Jennifer?"

"No."

"Then do you have a bad feeling for Jennifer?"

"nor."

"Are you denying any relationship you have with Jennifer?"

"No. No more, no less, my friend."

One to one, straight to the point.

The reporters were busy asking questions one after another, but Gao Wen's reaction was not affected at all. He answered the simple but direct answer without any hesitation, and expressed his views clearly and accurately. Although the reporters went around and kept setting traps, Gao Wen was not involved at all.

Moreover, the unsloppy reaction is comparable to hitting a wall, and the whole rhythm is completely improved between you and me.

Questions are getting faster and faster; response times are getting shorter and shorter.

However, Gao Wen was still unmoved by his answer.

Just like a ping pong ball, more than 50 reporters took turns to attack Gao Wen alone, but Gao Wen pushed left and right to block all the incoming **** and defended them back, calmly controlling the whole situation.

After a while of ping-pong-pong back and forth, Gao Wen was still able to handle it with ease, but the reporters in front of him were a little... lack of oxygen.

The scene was really too chaotic.

Slowly, slowly, without knowing what happened, I was involved in it. The faster and faster rhythm caused the brain to start to malfunction, and the atmosphere of the whole scene did not have any room for thinking or extension. Journalists have power to attack, but it's not that simple—

Gao Wen's answer was too straightforward and determined, it could be called watertight, leaving no room for hesitation, nor room for reverie, a set of Taiji Baguazhang actually pushed back all the attacks, and then took the lead in attacking In this way, the reporter was drawn in bit by bit.

at last-

reporter:…

Unexpectedly, he was choked.

The ping-pong-pong contest stopped without warning, and when Gao Wen finished answering again, all the reporters in the audience fell silent, and there was a break.

There was no sound to follow up.

Because it was so quiet, the reporters were a little flustered. One or two exchanged glances, but they saw a moment of bewilderment in the eyes of their peers.

Gradually, a kind of fear and panic began to pervade, as if seeing a dementor, and I didn't realize it. The panic in the depths of my eyes continued to surge, and it had occupied the entire brain before I realized it. All thoughts are also knotted, unable to move.

silence.

Still silent.

...a silence.

The bustling eyes returned to Gao Wen, only to find that the corners of Gao Wen's mouth slightly raised, "Is there any question?"

reporter:…

With so many reporters in the audience, there was no sound at all, which can be called a spectacle.

Gao Wen shrugged his shoulders, with a slight smile on his lips, "That would be great. Thank you everyone. It was hard for everyone to come and wait early in the morning. I hope you can enjoy your breakfast and have a good day. Then , I need to go to training now, everyone, come on."

Then, he raised his chin lightly and gestured with his eyes. As if by magic, the crowded crowd gave way to where Gao Wen looked, and escorted Gao Wen away with his eyes. , smiling all the way and nodding to the reporters on both sides.

The reporters, one or two seemed to be possessed, all showed smiles and nodded to Gao Wen in response.

Wait, something...is not quite right?

Waiting for Gao Wen to go away, the reporters looked away, and saw Sampras who came out in a hurry, following Gao Wen's footsteps and trotting all the way; Gao Hongli and Jiang Yanyun who stayed at the door did not know when they were holding hands. There is an extra cup of coffee and a biscuit in it, and I am tasting it.

Baji Baji.

After Jiang Yanyun finished eating a piece of biscuit, showing a satisfied expression, he waved to the reporters, and then took coffee, and Gao Hongli turned back to the room, and finally the door was slowly closed.

reporter:…

that compartment.

From a distance, Agassi could see Gawain stepping into the training ground in a relaxed suit, and looked back subconsciously. Except for Sampras, there was no tail.

Agassi was also full of question marks, "Gao Wen, are you okay?"

Gawain's eyes widened, and he asked in confusion, "Me? I'm fine."

Agassi opened his mouth slightly. He didn't want to ask at first, but his thoughts circled around, and finally he couldn't hold back, "Where are the flies at the door?"

"Oh, I greeted them very politely." Gao Wen said with a smile on his face.

For a moment, Agassi couldn't tell whether this greeting was a real greeting or a greeting that concealed foul language.

This year at Wimbledon, Agassi was very nervous, very, very nervous, even more nervous than Roland Garros.

Because of Sampras, because of the off-court scandal, because of the siege of reporters, and because the pressure accumulated on Gao Wen continued to grow unbelievably...

Everything has added a lot of variables~lightnovelpub.net~ In fact, it can be seen from the performance of the Queen's Club Cup, although Anderson performed very, very well, but Gao Wen stopped in the second round, more or less able It can be seen that off-court factors have affected his performance, and the adaptation time in the grass season is really not enough.

This should be the most uncertain time since Agassi joined Gao Wen's team.

Agassi was very, very disturbed. Just look at the hustle and bustle this morning. There were too many variables that they could not control. However, Gawain's reaction was so calm and calm, which made Agassi even more confused.

Sampras was in a slightly better state of mind. Looking at Agassi's face full of question marks, he looked like a lost child. After all, he couldn't hold back, his smile burst into full bloom, and he bumped Agassi's shoulder with his shoulder.

"Andre, it's definitely your loss to miss that scene this morning."

(end of this chapter)

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